Next class: music. This would have to be one of my all time favorite classes. When I walk in, our teacher requires us to play an instrument. I choose the cello because I have been playing it for as long as I remember. I look around to see who else is in my class. The only one who stands out is Four, with his dark sunglasses, slouching in the back. He looks like he's about to fall asleep. For our first assignment, we have to practice a piece and then recite it on Friday. She said memorizing will give us extra credit, so it shouldn't be that hard. I already have a piece picked out: No.1 from Bach's cello suite.
*Time Lapse*
"Tris." The teacher calls out.
My time to shine. I walk up to a make shift stage at the front of the room. I sit in the chair provided and haul up my cello with me. The moment I start playing my memorized piece, the vibrato comes naturally and I dig into the music. About five minutes later, the teacher looks at me with adoration while clapping and the rest of the class claps as well. I stand up and bow. Even Four in the back of the class is clapping. I walk of smiling. The next person is Four. He chose Passion Confession for viola by Tchaikovsky. When he finishes, I notice that I have closed my eyes and swayed with the music. I think I am the only person in this classroom that does this. I can't help but clap, smirking too. I don't know why, but I think I am taking a liking to him. He built walls so high, but I think I saw a peek over them. My heart and mind are on two different tracks, and I don't know which to follow.
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Divergent High
FanfictionEvery writer had that one cliché about their OTP. This story will be about Tris and Four, along with their friends, in high school. Four is the bad boy who has been abused by his father ever since he was little. Tris is a newbie who has two loving p...
